Little By Little Lyrics
| Song | Little By Little |
| Artist | The Chicharones |
| Album | CamoBear Green: 10 Years of CamoBear Records |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Chorus] | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I’m going crazy… | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I’m going crazy… | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| In reality, I’m just an average Joe with a simple life | |
| No American idol but I get by | |
| Wish I could tour with Fifth Wheel bus, | |
| Back to the real world, time to wake up | |
| Smell antifreeze and now with big brothers | |
| Bad to me, I’ve got a blind date with destiny, | |
| I’m Mexican, what an amazing race I get to be. | |
| Most days are wickedly perfect | |
| You’re not affecting me, | |
| Making me nervous, I’m a survivor | |
| The last on the planet deserted. | |
| Pass the word like a ten thousand dollar pyramid scheme. | |
| Changing the face of the game like a sworn medical team, | |
| Lead troopers, a league of supreme losers. | |
| Press your luck with Sleep; go home, the biggest loser | |
| I’ll have the last laugh like the last comic standing | |
| Making the band play as you walk off stage empty handed | |
| And I’m, taking home America’s next top model, | |
| Back to the bachelor pad, show her some Longfellow… | |
| [Chorus x 2] | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I’m going crazy… | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I’m going crazy… | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Little by little, grow a little more bitter. | |
| Sit down in my chair like a grown man sitting down to dinner. | |
| Where’s my newspaper, boy? Dog, fetch me my slippers, | |
| Feed me, do the dishes, if you need me, I’m in the shitter. | |
| With everybody so emo everyone expects emotion | |
| While I’m holding onto long-term solution to that notion, | |
| That everything my story, shown off, be banned | |
| Be thrown into the lions as if the crowd cared. | |
| Some are born like us, most important like them | |
| Some will live to the fullest; some will die in the system. | |
| Just trying to live the mission | |
| I admire the mission; acquire the license to listen, | |
| We’re the fire the passim. | |
| So where’s my welfare? Where’s my healthcare? | |
| Where’s my sandwich? There’s my sandwich. | |
| Spin doctors spinning, old white men grinning | |
| Power to the rival, end to its bidding. | |
| [2 x] | |
| Can you think of a single thing you’ve done | |
| That’s meant anything, anything at all? | |
| I know I’ll probably take the fall… | |
| I was going into circles till I hit the wall… | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| I’m absolutely sure one day I’ll settle down. | |
| Find a special spot, Pascal and some mescal | |
| Got trees growing, got a flower garden going | |
| Couple herbs for the cooking, couple more for the smoking | |
| Got a hammock for the swinging, fresh tomatoes for the salad. | |
| That’ll compliment the burgers straight cookin’ on the grill. | |
| Still I drink myself stupid; I can’t walk home alone, | |
| Need a shoulder to lean on, I need a cold beer, come on. | |
| Music’s my meal ticket, if I could keep living on beer to get | |
| Time’s ticking like weed in your mind and you don’t get it. | |
| No ace in the hole and the weight of the game | |
| Is breaking your soul, keep changing your game | |
| Playing the role. | |
| Keep telling my family short like toe, caritas. | |
| Just let it linger, hard to pick up teeth with broken fingers | |
| And I, humbled myself till I was hollow inside | |
| But no more, I get this and you can swallow my pride! | |
| [Chorus x 2] | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I’m going crazy… | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I’m going crazy… |
| Chorus | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I' m going crazy | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I' m going crazy | |
| Verse 1 | |
| In reality, I' m just an average Joe with a simple life | |
| No American idol but I get by | |
| Wish I could tour with Fifth Wheel bus, | |
| Back to the real world, time to wake up | |
| Smell antifreeze and now with big brothers | |
| Bad to me, I' ve got a blind date with destiny, | |
| I' m Mexican, what an amazing race I get to be. | |
| Most days are wickedly perfect | |
| You' re not affecting me, | |
| Making me nervous, I' m a survivor | |
| The last on the planet deserted. | |
| Pass the word like a ten thousand dollar pyramid scheme. | |
| Changing the face of the game like a sworn medical team, | |
| Lead troopers, a league of supreme losers. | |
| Press your luck with Sleep go home, the biggest loser | |
| I' ll have the last laugh like the last comic standing | |
| Making the band play as you walk off stage empty handed | |
| And I' m, taking home America' s next top model, | |
| Back to the bachelor pad, show her some Longfellow | |
| Chorus x 2 | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I' m going crazy | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I' m going crazy | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Little by little, grow a little more bitter. | |
| Sit down in my chair like a grown man sitting down to dinner. | |
| Where' s my newspaper, boy? Dog, fetch me my slippers, | |
| Feed me, do the dishes, if you need me, I' m in the shitter. | |
| With everybody so emo everyone expects emotion | |
| While I' m holding onto longterm solution to that notion, | |
| That everything my story, shown off, be banned | |
| Be thrown into the lions as if the crowd cared. | |
| Some are born like us, most important like them | |
| Some will live to the fullest some will die in the system. | |
| Just trying to live the mission | |
| I admire the mission acquire the license to listen, | |
| We' re the fire the passim. | |
| So where' s my welfare? Where' s my healthcare? | |
| Where' s my sandwich? There' s my sandwich. | |
| Spin doctors spinning, old white men grinning | |
| Power to the rival, end to its bidding. | |
| [2 x] | |
| Can you think of a single thing you' ve done | |
| That' s meant anything, anything at all? | |
| I know I' ll probably take the fall | |
| I was going into circles till I hit the wall | |
| Verse 3 | |
| I' m absolutely sure one day I' ll settle down. | |
| Find a special spot, Pascal and some mescal | |
| Got trees growing, got a flower garden going | |
| Couple herbs for the cooking, couple more for the smoking | |
| Got a hammock for the swinging, fresh tomatoes for the salad. | |
| That' ll compliment the burgers straight cookin' on the grill. | |
| Still I drink myself stupid I can' t walk home alone, | |
| Need a shoulder to lean on, I need a cold beer, come on. | |
| Music' s my meal ticket, if I could keep living on beer to get | |
| Time' s ticking like weed in your mind and you don' t get it. | |
| No ace in the hole and the weight of the game | |
| Is breaking your soul, keep changing your game | |
| Playing the role. | |
| Keep telling my family short like toe, caritas. | |
| Just let it linger, hard to pick up teeth with broken fingers | |
| And I, humbled myself till I was hollow inside | |
| But no more, I get this and you can swallow my pride! | |
| Chorus x 2 | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I' m going crazy | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I' m going crazy |
| Chorus | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I' m going crazy | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I' m going crazy | |
| Verse 1 | |
| In reality, I' m just an average Joe with a simple life | |
| No American idol but I get by | |
| Wish I could tour with Fifth Wheel bus, | |
| Back to the real world, time to wake up | |
| Smell antifreeze and now with big brothers | |
| Bad to me, I' ve got a blind date with destiny, | |
| I' m Mexican, what an amazing race I get to be. | |
| Most days are wickedly perfect | |
| You' re not affecting me, | |
| Making me nervous, I' m a survivor | |
| The last on the planet deserted. | |
| Pass the word like a ten thousand dollar pyramid scheme. | |
| Changing the face of the game like a sworn medical team, | |
| Lead troopers, a league of supreme losers. | |
| Press your luck with Sleep go home, the biggest loser | |
| I' ll have the last laugh like the last comic standing | |
| Making the band play as you walk off stage empty handed | |
| And I' m, taking home America' s next top model, | |
| Back to the bachelor pad, show her some Longfellow | |
| Chorus x 2 | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I' m going crazy | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I' m going crazy | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Little by little, grow a little more bitter. | |
| Sit down in my chair like a grown man sitting down to dinner. | |
| Where' s my newspaper, boy? Dog, fetch me my slippers, | |
| Feed me, do the dishes, if you need me, I' m in the shitter. | |
| With everybody so emo everyone expects emotion | |
| While I' m holding onto longterm solution to that notion, | |
| That everything my story, shown off, be banned | |
| Be thrown into the lions as if the crowd cared. | |
| Some are born like us, most important like them | |
| Some will live to the fullest some will die in the system. | |
| Just trying to live the mission | |
| I admire the mission acquire the license to listen, | |
| We' re the fire the passim. | |
| So where' s my welfare? Where' s my healthcare? | |
| Where' s my sandwich? There' s my sandwich. | |
| Spin doctors spinning, old white men grinning | |
| Power to the rival, end to its bidding. | |
| [2 x] | |
| Can you think of a single thing you' ve done | |
| That' s meant anything, anything at all? | |
| I know I' ll probably take the fall | |
| I was going into circles till I hit the wall | |
| Verse 3 | |
| I' m absolutely sure one day I' ll settle down. | |
| Find a special spot, Pascal and some mescal | |
| Got trees growing, got a flower garden going | |
| Couple herbs for the cooking, couple more for the smoking | |
| Got a hammock for the swinging, fresh tomatoes for the salad. | |
| That' ll compliment the burgers straight cookin' on the grill. | |
| Still I drink myself stupid I can' t walk home alone, | |
| Need a shoulder to lean on, I need a cold beer, come on. | |
| Music' s my meal ticket, if I could keep living on beer to get | |
| Time' s ticking like weed in your mind and you don' t get it. | |
| No ace in the hole and the weight of the game | |
| Is breaking your soul, keep changing your game | |
| Playing the role. | |
| Keep telling my family short like toe, caritas. | |
| Just let it linger, hard to pick up teeth with broken fingers | |
| And I, humbled myself till I was hollow inside | |
| But no more, I get this and you can swallow my pride! | |
| Chorus x 2 | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I' m going crazy | |
| Little by little by little by | |
| I' m going crazy |
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